Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Djibouti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Accadde A to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
the Human League,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.